The Locusts Inside
AN UNPROMPTED PROMPT
Ringing, ringing
In my ears
Devouring hope
Defecating fears
Feasting on calm
Beneath the surface
Mindlessly executing
Primitive purpose
The locusts inside
Cohabiting sanity
Demanding their own,
Version of vanity
It’s not a plan
More like a mission
With no reason behind
Their autonomous vision
The ringing, the ringing
A hand that guides
Gnawing my soul
Revealing lies
There’s no answer
No rescuing me
If not even my mind
Is a place to be free?
The locusts, no never
Did I invite them in
Yet swarm through my veins
Crawl under my skin
The trees of my soul
Cut to the ground
While the roots
Shriek a captive’s sound
I look in the mirror
Are you questioning me?
The locusts inside
Aren’t easy to see
High pitch, low pitch
Nerves and a heartbeat
To tame an insect
A miraculous feat
The beasts unrelenting
Trapped in their kingdom
Prey to the logic
Of animal wisdom
Think for myself
How can it be?
When most of my thoughts
Weren’t made by me
The rich and the poor
All have their say
The young and the old
Can’t get their way
But without the locusts
Rearranging me
How do I get back
To when I was free?
The past isn’t gone
The future not here
The ringing, the ringing
Inside my ear
My eyes capture thoughts
Of things as they are
But my ears take in words
First from ma and pa
Brothers, then sisters
The uncle next door
And then from people
I’ve not met before
The eyes seem sure
About what is real
Unlike the words
Tainted by how they feel
Author’s Note
In a recent conversation with
, we concluded that bad existential poetry was the only way to live. I thus felt compelled to write this.Off to fight the locusts, then.



'Think for myself
How can it be?
When most of my thoughts
Weren’t made by me'
This gives me Dr Seuss vibes. I like it!
The image is surreal, I like it.
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